Bus Rides and Bucketlists

She has this smile
where her face sort of just...
becomes the galaxy.

And her teeth...
they're as white as the picket fences
I imagined outside
what would be our house,
though it wouldn't matter where we lived
because she'd always be my home.

For a drawn-out second she let me hold
her smile
and for that moment
it was mine.

It was breathtaking.
But one cannot hold their breath forever.

Alas,
my stop was before hers
and I departed with one silly grin
as she laughed softly
and nodded me off the bus.



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